Sunday, February 25, 2007

Poem

I can't believe there are no more poets out there in our reading audience. But, alas, I've received only this one submission in response to my call for verse. Thank you, Clem!

NOT QUITE O'COCKERS YET(For Jerry and Norma, With Love)

We're not quite O'Cockers yet, I reckon,But we're workin' on it.

The good old boys next door, Jeff and Beaver,Make torpid flails at their fishnetWith sticks, in the manner of parochial beadlesGrown weary of their God-given commissionTo correct the lazyIn the buzzing blaze of midday.

We sit here in the heat.We feel in our own hot blood why their flailing's torpid.Our dozing kitten stretches her skinny bones full-length,Passive, yet alert for a breeze; life itselfHeats up and slows down in these parts come July.

We sense our inbuilt clocking devices shiftingFrom chronometer time to calendar time(measure by tides, stars or phases of the moon).

But, in spite of ourselves, our wishful thinking,In spite of this tidal pull toward the languid,We still think about the day's schedule, don't we?What must we get at the store?What shall we make for supper?What shall we do next?Do we have time to go to the beach?We can't just sit here idle, can we? And...

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